If you hear a shrill, horrifying, and piercing scream early tomorrow morning, don’t worry. It’s not a late Halloween movie or a grisly crime scene in progress. It’s just me, stepping onto the scale after nearly two weeks of minimal workouts and endlessly stuffing my face. It’s not going to pretty. I might have tranquilizers on stand-by.
One thing I’ve learned from this most recent fall-on-my-face episode is that I need to build in changing things up and making shifts to my routine. I get bored very easily with workout routines, or any routine, for that matter: counting calories, counting Weight Watchers points, tracking exercise minutes, you name it. I burn out fast and need change to keep me interested.
I need to do some thinking this weekend about things I need to change and do differently. I need to find what works for me, then find out how to keep doing it, not do it for a few weeks then gain it all back. Change motivates me. There was nothing inherently magical about Weight Watchers, but it was different. It was something new to learn and interest me and keep me motivated, but only for a little while.
So what’s up next for me? I’m not sure yet. I will work out this evening, weigh in tomorrow morning, let that scary number sink into my brain, and brainstorm how to get from there to where I ultimately want to be. I’m not ready to give up on actually getting there, someday.
Sweat & Sparkle 